|Melanie took this of me on Thursday|
This morning more than a dozen of us ladies (and that one man) met in light rain to walk twice around Lake Padden, one of our regular walks. On the second time around, we saw these mushrooms, missed the first time. If I'm not mistaken, these are a strain of amanita, which are supposedly psychedelic. If so, I think there's a stoned critter (probably a squirrel) walking around, as I look at the bites taken out of them.
It will be more than a month before the first of my eyes will be operated on, replacing the cloudy lens with a synthetic one. Times have changed so much in the last few decades; now it's a commonplace surgery. On our hike last Thursday, someone asked when my surgeries are scheduled. "I get the first one done on November 28th," I said, "and the third eye in December." Everybody laughed before I realized my mistake. Well, I mused afterwards, that third eye I guess will be my own responsibility to get all cleared up. I'll work on that.